The best of the 2008 All-Star Game

Throughout last night's game-turned-marathon, The Star-Ledger provided some of the most comprehensive All-Star coverage you'll ever find. In some cases, the rate of coverage had stories coming and going off the main page in such a rate, that they were buried deep in the day's worth of posts before they even had time to collect a fragment of light.

With that in mind, here are some of the best pieces to make it to the NJ.com sports page throughout the night. For a full list of stories surrounding the All-Star Game, check out the coverage here.

In the middle of the 15th inning, Lisa Kennelly literally broke down the price of admission to a semi-reasonable amount:

Tickets for this game, in the upper deck, in seats so high up you can't read the numbers on the back of jerseys, ran $200 a pop.

So that works out to an average of $16 per inning (so far, we're middle of the 15th). When you think about it that way, this All-Star Game was TOTALLY affordable.

As the wee hours of the morning trailed on, Steve Politi creates a to-do list for the MLB's consideration in hopes another All-Star Game will not drag on as long:

# That 71-year-old guy who pitched to Josh Hamilton at the Home Run Derby? Yeah, get him.

# Dan Uggla must play every defensive position on the field for both teams.

# Commissioner Bud Selig should name Brian McNamee director of baseball's "nutritional program" to ensure the speedy return of steroids to baseball.

# The National League should have actual All-Stars available in their dugout.

# Billy Wagner: Not eligible.

# Nobody uses gloves.

# Pitch with your feet.

# Can somebody please send some pizza to the press box?

Roughly around 2 a.m., Dan Graziano checks in from the media room to describe the quality of life for a ragged group of reporters:

I walked through there about 40 minutes after the end of the longest All-Star Game ever, and I have to say it looked like downtown Baghdad in there. People lying on the floor with laptops on their bellies. Garbage cans overflowing. I think one Japanese writer was pacing in circles, talking to himself. It was disturbing. Having spent the night up in the press box, where things were getting their own shade of loopy, I had no idea how bad it was down there.

The length of the game nearly brought non-pitchers to the mound in relief of the last of the bullpen.